“You’re lost up here in the mountains, aren’t you?” she said.  “I couldn’t let you stay lost if it was possible for me to direct you on your way.”

“You said you was lost yourself.”

“I was lost—­until I stumbled into this clearing.  That gave me my location.”

“Smart, ain’t you?  Damn’ smart, but not too smart for me, you woman!” The flare flamed up again in his crooked eyes.  “You know who I be, all right.  You know what I’m aimin’ to do.  And you’re stallin’ for time till you can put one over.  But you can’t—­see?  I’ll have this business done with.  I’ll end this business!”

She felt herself sinking to her knees.  He advanced and gripped her left wrist.  The crunch of his iron fingers sent an arrow of pain through her arm.  It bore her down.

“For God’s sake—­don’t!” she whispered hoarsely, overwhelmed with horror.  For the cold, sharp nose of the revolver suddenly punched her neck.

“I ain’t leavin’ no traces behind.  Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.  Never mind if I do——­”

“Look!” she cried wildly.  “Look, look, look!” And with her free hand she pointed behind him.

It was an old trick.  There was nothing behind him.  But in that instant of desperation instinct had guided her.

Involuntarily he turned.

With a scream of pain she twisted from his grasp and blotted out the candle.

A long, livid pencil of orange flame spurted from the gun-point.  She sensed the powder-flare in her face.  He had missed.

She scrambled for shelter beneath the table.  The cabin was now in inky blackness.  Across that black four more threads of scarlet light were laced.  The man stumbled about seeking her, cursing with blood-curdling blasphemy.

Suddenly he tripped and went sprawling.  The gun clattered from his bruised fingers; it struck the woman’s knee.

Swiftly her hand closed upon it.  The hot barrel burned her palm.

She was on her feet in an instant.  Her left hand fumbled in her blouse, and she found what had been there all along—­the flash-lamp.

With her back against the door, she pulled it forth.  With the gun thrust forward for action she pressed the button.

“I’ve got the gun—­get up!” she ordered.  “Don’t come too near me or I’ll shoot.  Back up against that wall.”

The bull’s-eye of radiance blinded him.  When his eyes became accustomed to the light, he saw its reflection on the barrel of the revolver.  He obeyed.

“Put up your hands.  Put ’em up high!”

“Suppose I won’t?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“What’ll you gain by that?”

“Five thousand dollars.”

“Then you know who I be?”

“Yes.”

“And was aimin’ to take me in?”

“Yes.”

“How you goin’ to do that if I won’t go?”

“You’re goin’ to find out.”